They said that love was terrifying and tender, wild and sweet, and none of it made any sense. But now I knew that every mad word was true.
I remember the hours I had spent in Father's library, drugging myself with books so I could forget my doom for an hour..
Though mountains melt and oceans burn, The gifts of love shall still return.
Knowing the truth is not always a kindness.
You deserve all that and more. It made me happy to see you suffer. I would do it all over again if I could.' I realized I was shaking as the words tumbled out of me. 'I would do it again and again. Every night I would torment you and laugh. Do you understand? You are never safe with me.' I drew a shuddering breath, trying to will away the sting of tears. He opened his eyes and stared up at me as if I were the door out of Arcadia and back to the true sky. 'That's what makes you my favorite.' He reached up and wiped a tear off my cheek with his thumb. 'Every wicked bit of you.
Where you go, I shall go; where you die, I shall die, and there will I be buried.
